I was sitting on the #3 bus on the way to the Starlight Room sitting in the middle of the back row of seats, when we made the stop by Japan Town, and a French tour group was chatting and then they got near the back door of the bus, took one look at me, and sat in the Handicap seats up front.

“A nothing in relation to infinity, all in relation to nothing, a central point between nothing and all and infinitely far from understanding either. The ends of things and their beginnings are impregnably concealed from him in an impenetrable secret. He is equally incapable of seeing the nothingness out of which he was drawn and the infinite in which he is engulfed.”

-Blaise Pascal, Pensées #72

Being defined by a world focused on physical limitation, mental disability, and economic bias becomes tiresome. Until action serves all things moot. Fitness never fails, whether it is the condition of being physically fit and healthy, or the quality of being suitable to fulfill a particular role or task. There can be no lies if one only speaks the truth, there can be no intellectual property if one shares ideas freely, there can be no fraud if one commits to authenticity.

Look at the difference between a baleen whale vs. a sea sponge. Both can commonly be understood as “filter feeders”. However the difference between the two is active vs. passive filtering.

Búðir (Snæfellsnes- og Hnappadalssýsla, Iceland : Farmstead)

When I say artists make decisions, they are whales, actively seeking nourishing content following instincts, and making decisions through experience and technique.

Artists and whales sift and process…having the sense and experience to follow others, to collaborate when appropriate, to capture sustenance together. Other times they seek a solo journey of thousands of miles…alone.

The pod, the nurturing behavior, and the desire to migrate are not mutually exclusive.

Meanwhile the sea sponge just spends the day eating what passes by in a static community. It is rooted to a rock and passively consumes anything that floats through. It is forced to accept what it is provided.

Greetings, friends, when was the last time you decided to fix something? How about the last time you destroyed something. Did you feel a sense of freedom after each moment? How were they different?

So today is a very important day, because it’s June 6th, and I’ve been thinking a lot about the concept of ALLRISK. And what that means is similar to other ideas about “if you love something give it away”,”If it doesn’t please you, it’s distracting”…sort of pruning…it’s like tending plants.

So Today on the Internet I was using Twitter microblogging service, and I have that set up so that it pings everywhere, and today I proposed an action, because lots of things come out of action, like value.

Value comes out of action, and memory comes out of action, importance comes out of action. So today is important because approximately a year ago I took some risks and made some plans to change my life…to take risk for myself, and go after relationships or to take a flight that I didn’t even know if it would potentially happen and it ended up happening.

So this is about cutting up a shirt. This is my favorite shirt. It’s the shirt that I was wearing when I did the “Best Dressed Man competition” in San Francisco. This is also the shirt that I wore when I saw Maya about a year ago on that trip I was talking about to Venice.

I received a letter from her today and it was great. And it’s about not knowing what path you’re taking, being true to yourself and making decisions.

So I’m going to make this shirt better by cutting it in half.

And the reason that I’m cutting in half is because I already like it, and I think by performing this action something is going to change here. I’m going to use this shirt in a project, I’m going to make this shirt better. It fits with my Open Fashion concepts and makes a lot of sense to do it, and it’s sort of taking apart something that you value…and you can add more value to it by doing an action to it.

So there it is, it’s cut in half.

So now I suppose we can do some other modifications, but essentially everything that is associated with this, the memories, the actions, can be re-told and shared through it’s creation through its perceived destruction. But by actually destroying this object in some regard, I’m actually giving it an opportunity to have a new life.

So here we go, it’s in another piece here, the collar is already cut in half, so I guess we’ll do another modification here.

There we go it’s in two pieces, and I can easily make it three by simply undoing the buttons. So I’m going to keep modifying this shirt.

And I hope you can all understand the great number of metaphors that this is embodying both personally and for you, the viewer.

Maya’s hair was red, horns were wooden with gold, and her hoofs of bronze (or silver, according to others). She fled, traveling the world without stopping, delighting those who pursued her. Pete considered dragging her into the beaches and mountains of California, from which She would never return.

Yellow flowers looking off into Carpenteria mountains

Pete could not possibly hurt Maya the deer because she is sacred, the hero is merely chasing The Hind of Artemis. The frantic race lasted over a year, and Pete was defeated in every attempt to reach Maya. The only choice was slightly stun the nimble deer with a dart, and carry her on his shoulders to bring her home…